Nathan's faith had never wavered before, and now at the ultimate test he was lacking.
He lay staring at the words printed on his bible and felt his eyes water. The words that once comforted and caressed his belief were replaced by regrets. His anger at every wasted breath, his wayward daughter and his wife, Josephine, lost and unknowing of his fate. A body, diseased withered and shrivelled. A mind once sure now tired, laboured,
so heartily unsatisfied. A wasted sacrifice with no real love, connection or place in this world. His last breaths would be taken alone and scared.
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